Movie Funeral Scenes Novels & Stories

Team A will be coming with us, Dusty driver our car, and the other team with Arethusa inside will be following from behind. We have arrived at the cemetery, the funeral already being held, and all of us stand in the further behind. I can see their daughter, crying with an elderly woman held her so tightly. They are both mourning for their loss, and my tears came down on my cheeks. I feel her on so many levels.

so that no questions pertaining to the status of the trooper himself would be asked. Funnily enough, when Lukas signed up, he was allowed to witness his own funeral. It was a rainy noon. It was as if Heaven itself wept in his fabricated passing. Because in truth, it felt like he died after seeing his wife and young daughter cried before his closed casket. He wondered what the doctor written on the post-mortem report that they got away with the closing of his coffin. He watched with a tear in his eye before he left for good. Never to walk back in their lives again.

*** ~ROSALINE~ Five days after that, we attend the funeral for Christian Sylvester, Chrollo, and Mia. It's a strange and artificial thing, mourning people who tried to destroy us. People who tried to destroy their family. But no matter what, death is death and Ric's mum insists on doing right by them despite everything they have taken from her. This time, the cemetery is less crowded. There are fewer people willing to pay respects to those who dealt in murder and deceit. I can tell by their faces that they're here out of courtesy. I scan the environment and my eyes land on four similar figures.

By the time I arrive, Callan and Judith are there, including Jocelyn and all the delegates from the other packs. My gaze shifts to Lycena and her father, but I look away, not wanting to get lost in more negativity today. Drawing on all the strength I have left, I step out of the car just as the funeral procession is about to begin. The families of the fallen take the lead, and everywhere falls into silence, except for the dirgeful song playing in the background and the river’s gentle waves. It's as if the water itself grieves with us.

“Closure? With Ethan? He never gave me that in life.” Ryan crossed the room and sat beside her. “Maybe he tried to give you one in death.” She closed her eyes, fighting the sting behind them. “He always tried too late.” At the Funeral The funeral was painfully intimate just family, a few loyal executives, a priest, and cameras lurking hungrily outside the gates. Aria stepped out of the car in a sleek black dress. Her hair was pinned neatly, her posture dignified. She looked untouchable. But Ryan, walking beside her, felt her hand tremble.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE: COLLISION NOVA POV The funeral was small. Pathetic, really. It was just me, Sam, the boys, and three people I didn't recognize who'd probably known my godmother from the bar or her dealer's circle. The pastor said generic things about eternal rest and God's mercy. I stood there holding Phoenix's hand while Asher clung to Sam's leg, both boys confused about why we were looking at a box in the ground.

Since the police weren’t finished with their investigation they weren’t going to release her body until Saturday, so the funeral was going to be at four o’clock on Sunday at the Forest Lawn Cemetery in Hollywood Hills. Jenny knew the place. It was a beautiful cemetery, if one could call cemeteries beautiful, with a duck pond, marble statues, and a view overlooking the entire valley. Jenny and Gayle had gone there once or twice to feed the ducks and walk around reading headstones and making up stories about the people who were buried there. After, they would go into the gift shop and read the sympathy cards making up their own joke punch lines. They never thought that death would touch them,

She was reading a book, having a glass of wine and preparing dinner while hogging on chips. I giggled thinking of it, and just then realized that it wasn't the best thing to do at a funeral because all heads turned to face me. "Sorry," I mumbled. I spotted Maddy's parents who were talking to a distant relative. Her mother was especially distraught, sobbing into her handkerchief. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I remembered how she used to joke around and make fun of things, especially about the other nurses. All this seemed so unreal. The funeral service went slowly. I had already tuned out the Ministers words as he recited the rehearsed speech.

“The funeral will be symbolic. No body. Closed casket. Luca will speak.” “About loyalty,” Matteo said darkly. “And loss,” Vittorio added. “And consequences.” My stomach twisted. “He’s enjoying this.” “Yes,” Vittorio said simply. “Very much.” The room fell silent. Somewhere between dusk and nightfall, Matteo sat across from me, cleaning his gun with mechanical precision. He hadn’t said much since the announcement, his focus narrowed to sharp, dangerous lines. I could feel his restraint like a held breath. “They’ll burn incense,” I said softly, breaking the silence. “In my family, we do that for the dead.”

There weren't many people at the funeral home. We walked into the quiet room and I took in my surroundings. It seemed so peaceful for someone who had lived such a turbulent life. The front row was taken up, and a few people were scattered in the rows behind. Simon and I sat in the middle of the second row. The only people to speak at the funeral were her friends and her mother; no other family members were present. In the middle of a long, awkward silence, Simon stood up and approached the front of the room. As I watched him take the microphone from the stand, I saw the color drain from his face. He cleared his throat, shifting nervously.